You never received an invitation to enter.You, the shadow creeping in while I was blissfully unaware,mistaking you for a kind messenger.Did I satisfy your needs?You still look hungry, your eyes bottomless black holes sucking my life’s energy because yours is dying.Now, it’s my turn to get up after you’ve mopped up your needs,and wander like a zombie towards a light that I’ve lost,a life that might save me,from the shadow you caston this sacred heart.

Questioning the Shadowfor all those tired of trying to be someone

These mosaic partsare glued to your praise,or discarded in shame,searching for ways to feel whole.Is there a background large enoughto hold all these pieces, till the fractured lines fade,till there is no one left but silencewhispering my name?